Chapter 20 Boy Love Con

• Unwoo found himself staring out of the massive glass window next to his desk, his chin resting on his hands. He sighed heavily, his gaze fixated on the people who appeared as tiny worker ants from this height. Their movements seemed purposeful, their destinations clear. He couldn't help but wonder if any of them were entangled in the same kind of predicament he was in.
• "Ah...fuck...." He muttered under his breath, scratching the back of his head in frustration.
• "What's wrong, Woo?" A familiar voice called from behind him.